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Yuuji groaned, squinting his eyes as the sun shone brightly into his room. He was so used to having black out curtains that would have stopped the sun from seeping into his room.

Although he's been here for a while, there were some things he just couldn't get used to.

He slowly blinked his eyes opened and immediately jumped as he saw a huge figure looming over him.

"Jesus Sukuna!" He sighed heavily, he was too tired to be dealing with this so early on in the morning. Sukuna was seemingly becoming more and more clingy as the days go on.

"Were you

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"Were you... watching me sleep?" Yuuji asked suspiciously as Sukuna's harsh gaze bore into him.

"Your little nightmares were keeping me up." Every now and then Yuuji's dreams would seep into his memories either entertaining him with ridiculous dreams or angering him with nightmares. This one, happened to be about him.

"I thought you had given up on your fears of me." Yuuji could hear the hurt in his words. His gaze softened and he looked down avoiding the curse. It wasn't his fault... although it is kind of hard not to have dreams of all the people he's killed using his body. He just wished he could forget it, but it was always plaguing his mind. Every time he looked at Sukuna all he could think about was how much of an awful experience it was to have him be apart of who he was.

"Sorry..." He managed to mumble out. He couldn't understand. Those people weren't even close to him so why... why did he care? Sukuna reached down to stroke a few strands out of Itadori's face.

"I could only hope that in due time you'll learn to forgive me."

He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on Yuuji's head before getting up to leave. It was times like these that Yuuji wished he would forget. Forget everything so he could enjoy these moments.

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Yuuji trailed along the edge of the forrest contemplating weather or not this was a good idea. He waved at one of the servants who called out to him, greeting him with a bucket in hand.

He sighed loudly, guilt sitting heavy on his heart.

It felt like once again he was trapped in a situation that was caused by a ripple effect of his own decision. Would death really be better than this? All sorts of thoughts flooded his head. He just wanted to clear his mind for a little.

Just for a little while.

He just needed to get out of this environment.
Not like Sukuna would notice, right? He would be in and out.

He glanced at his surroundings once more to make sure no one would see him go in.

The sorcerer who had been watching them, left earlier than usual. So this is perfect. No one would ever know he was in here.

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